What is that!?!?

I know that my hair line isn't what it used to be. A better way to put it is that my hairline isn't where it used to be, well that and it isn't as thick as it was. Let's just say my hair isn't as lush as it once was. This morning while 'doing my hair' - oh gosh how do I say this.

I think I attempted to pull some hair over my landing strip! I am not sure if I did or not. It certainly wasn't a conscious action. Omg wth WTF. Shut the front door! I am not nor will I ever be the comb over guy. You have my permission to ridicule me, point and laugh, and shame me, if you see me with a comb over.

That is all.

Getting old

Black dress socks and sneakers! BANG. That is just what old people do. Basically, the image of dress socks and sneakers shows; A: I am too lazy to change my socks after a long day at work B: I really don't care if the kids now-a-days point at me and laugh as I mow my lawn.

I am sure this will all change as my daughter gets older. She is only four, hence not too concerned with the embarrassment that black socks and sneakers will cause. I can hear her now, ' DAD, really again with the dress socks!'

Let the good times roll!

Rain rain go away

Dear Mother Nature,

Please don't flood my basement again! I would really appreciate it. I just finished cleaning and bleaching and scrubbing, and cleaning and bleaching and scrubbing. Hence, my basement is spotless and finally back together after Irene put a hurting on the PJ family.

Thank you in advance,

PJ

Hmmm

I constantly think about returning to the blog world.

Constantly. However, my biggest hurdle is finding the time to read and comment on the blogs that I loved ready so often.

I feel that it is almost rude to write and not read. Heck, if anyone takes the time to read/comment on my blog shouldn't I read/comment on their fabulous blog.

I find myself with a little extra time on my hands now-a-days. Just not enough to read and right and comment, and proof read and tweak and and and and.

One day at a time as they say.